Vile Bastards

<p class=ql-align-center><strong>Dearest Reader ... my story is cancelled.</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center>Sharing my words thus far has only put us both in danger. It's better to just call the whole thing off before somebody gets hurt.</p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center>Or maybe just maybe <em>you </em>are the one who keeps spilling my secrets. That it? You sold me out? I knew it; I knew I couldn't trust you.</p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center>I can't even trust my fuckboys now can I? Sending me a severed penis as a gift doesn't excuse their poor behavior.</p><p><br></p><p> </p><p class=ql-align-center>Somebody died in that river. Death changed things. I wish it didn't but I can't deny it. After that nothing was going to be the same. I started questioning everything and everyone. Like where was <strong>Ash </strong>when the night first started to go to hell?</p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center>Why was there a single gunshot followed by so much eerie quiet? Come to find out later that <strong>Widow </strong>was supposed to keep me at the track so why didn't he?</p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center>And since when did <strong>Alexei </strong>have a secret phone number to contact the mob? He offered up his virginity like a sacrifice and then marched me straight into the pits of hell.</p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center>Why didn't <strong>Bohnes </strong>just tell me the plan ahead of time? If I'd known I could've made different choices. Maybe I wouldn't have ended up driving an orange Lamborghini into a river?</p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center>The Queen of Prescott High has a tarnished crown.</p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center>I trusted you-maybe I still do-but <em>somebody </em>betrayed me. <em>Somebody </em>lied.</p><p class=ql-align-center>If it was you I suggest you run; I don't deal well with snitches.</p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center>Remember what they get? Nice and easy 'cause it rhymes: stitches.</p><p class=ql-align-center>Whoever ratted me out better have a fast fuckin' car.</p><p><br></p><p> </p><p class=ql-align-center>Because it's not just my boys you should be afraid of: it's me.</p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>XOXO Scar</strong></p><p><br></p>